<nc-section data-title="The Greetings" data-color="red"> As I dismounted in front of the stables, a tall and imposing figure emerged from the shadows. He was clad in full plate armor, with a crimson cloak billowing in the evening breeze. His visor was up, revealing a stern yet dignified face, weathered by years of service. "Welcome, young squire," he boomed, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "I am Sir Roland, knight of this realm. Your journey towards knighthood begins here." With a graceful flourish, he gestured towards the castle, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of pride and challenge. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="A Knight's Welcome" data-color="green"> I had just begun to unsaddle Thunder when a friendly voice called out from the stables. "Hail, young squire! A fine steed you have there." Turning, I beheld a knight, his armor polished to a shine, a verdant cloak draped over his shoulders. His beard was well-trimmed, his eyes bright and lively. "Sir Roland, at your service," he introduced himself with a bow. "Your reputation precedes you, Frederick. Together, we shall forge a noble path ahead." His smile was warm and inviting, easing the nerves that tingled in my stomach. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Under the Starry Sky" data-color="blue"> The night sky, awash with stars, provided a breathtaking backdrop as Sir Roland stepped forward to greet me. The stables loomed behind him, the horses quietly settling in for the night. He was a stalwart figure, with a calm and serene expression on his face. His voice, steady and deep, echoed in the quiet stableyard. "Frederick, your journey begins in earnest this very night." As he spoke, a sense of destiny washed over me. I felt honored to be welcomed by such a venerable knight, standing beneath the eternal stars. </nc-section>